While everyone was shocked, Xiaoqing did not pause at all and killed all the five hundred iron guards in the blink of an eye.
Divine Dragon Iron Guard, destroyed!
Armored Guards, destroyed!
Almost in the blink of an eye, the city lord's palace was filled with the smell of blood, and Haimul's two trump cards disappeared.
His eyes widened with fear. At this moment, he was sure that the two women in front of him were both God of War level warriors.
Otherwise, no prehistoric general would be able to be as terrifying as he is in front of him.
After seeing the situation clearly, he didn't dare to stop anywhere, so he immediately turned around and ran away.
It's a pity that there was no way he could escape. As soon as he moved, Xiaoqing's mace reached his head and hit him hard on the head.
Once, twice, three times...
Xiao Qing is now very skilled in the nail-driving business. He hit his head with three sticks and his head was bleeding. The nails were driven into the ground and he still managed to save his life.
The entire city lord's palace saw their master being beaten.
The armored soldiers have been destroyed, the dragon iron guards have been destroyed, and now even the city lord of the first-order prehistoric war general has been beaten like this. What is the difference between others coming up and dying?
Ye Bufan was anxious to find Jin Meier and had no time to waste here.
He stepped over and stepped on the ground with his foot. Heimuel was knocked out like a ball and fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, his head was covered with blood, his body was covered in mud, and he was in a miserable state. He no longer had the majesty and arrogance he had before.
Ye Bufan said coldly: "Tell me, where is Jin Meier?"
"Boy, I am the leader of the Hongtian Tribe. If you dare to touch me, His Majesty the God of War will not let you go..."
Forced into desperation, Haimul could only carry out the ancient war god Timukhan from behind, hoping to scare the opponent.
It's a pity that he made a wrong calculation. Just after he finished speaking, Xiaoqing's mace fell down again and hit his right leg hard.
This blow was so heavy and ruthless that it smashed a calf into a pulp.
"ah!"
Haimu couldn't help but let out a miserable howl.
Ye Bufan looked at him calmly: "Do you understand your position now? Tell me where you are."
"I said! I said!"
Xiaoqing's mace completely shattered Haimul's last glimmer of hope. It was obvious that he was not afraid of the ancient God of War.
At this moment, he no longer dared to hide anything, and told everything that happened after Jin Meier was brought to the city lord's palace.
But in the end, he still made some changes, but he didn't dare to say that the high priest came to choose the sacrifice.
He has now seen that the young man in front of him looks gentle and weak, but he is definitely a ruthless character.
If someone knew that Jin Meier was taken away as a sacrifice, I'm afraid he would be the first to die.
"The high priest came to select disciples for the ancient holy city. After the test, Jin Meier was nine stars, so he took him away.
This young master is really not in my city lord’s mansion, so how about we end this matter?”
Ye Bufan looked at him sharply: "Are you sure you didn't lie?"
Haimoor nodded quickly, "It's absolutely true, not a single lie!"
"In this case, let's end it!"
After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he waved his hand, and Xiaoqing's mace fell directly.
This time, he didn't hold back at all. Hearing a bang, Haimuer's whole body was smashed into a puddle of flesh.
For Ye Bufan, no matter where Jin Mei'er is now, no matter what the cause of the incident is, this guy is an unforgivable sin, and he will never be allowed to live again.
Seeing this scene in front of them, everyone's hearts twitched. You must know that this is the head of the entire Hongtian tribe and the city lord of Hongtian City.
He was actually beaten to death with a stick, and his death was so miserable.
However, the entire city lord's palace has been frightened by Xiao Qing. In addition, the master is dead, so no one else has any fighting spirit, let alone the courage to take action.
Everyone stood there shivering, fearing that they would be harmed.
Dong Sen stood nearby and swallowed hard, feeling extremely fearful in his heart.
He even kills the city lord at his will, so why would he care about an elder like himself?
Fortunately, Ye Bufan didn't do anything to him, he just turned his head and glanced: "Lead the way!"
Dong Sen asked subconsciously: "Where to go?"
"The Holy City of Prehistoric Times!"
"Well!"
Dong Sen was completely frightened. The man in front of him must be too courageous. He had just killed Haimuer, and now he was going to the prehistoric holy city.
But he was shocked. He didn't dare to hesitate at all, for fear that Xiao Qing's mace would fall if he slowed down a little.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, he led the way, leading Ye Bufan and the others to leave the city lord's mansion and rush out of the city.
Seeing the figures of several people disappear completely, the people in the City Lord's Mansion breathed a long sigh of relief.
Everyone was silent. It was beyond everyone's understanding that something like this happened suddenly, and they didn't know what to do.
"Lord City Lord, no good, something happened!"
At this moment, with a shrill howl, a figure ran in from outside.
It was another steward from the Presbytery who came, and he was also one of Tiesheng's subordinates.
When he learned that his master had been killed, he immediately ran here to complain.
The steward's brain was thinking rapidly along the way, thinking about how to file a complaint to make the city lord angry, so that he could immediately avenge his master.
But after arriving here, I found that something was wrong. Many people gathered here, but they didn't see Haimoor.
Full of surprise, he finally looked at the chief steward of the City Lord's Mansion: "Where is the City Lord?"
"over there!"
The chief steward pointed expressionlessly, and the steward turned his head to look, only to see a piece of blood cake on the ground.
Ye Bufan and the other three left the city, and he asked: "How long will it take to reach the prehistoric holy city?"
Dong Sen said: "It will take almost a day!"
"No, it's too slow. We must rush over as soon as possible."
Ye Bufan was still quite anxious. Although Haimuer said that Jin Meier was chosen to go to the Holy City because of her talent, he always had a faint feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
It would indeed take a day to get there at Dong Sen's speed, but with two Immortal King-level experts on his side, his speed would naturally increase significantly.
He didn't sacrifice Jiutian. After all, this was the wilderness, and he was going to save people, so he didn't want to cause too much trouble.
However, with Leng Qingqiu beside him, his speed also increased significantly, more than twice as fast as before.
On the other side, Xiao Qing grabbed Dong Sen's collar and followed closely behind.
The four people divided into two groups and rushed forward like lightning.
Under Dong Sen's guidance, about half a day later, a tall ancient city appeared in the sight of the four people.
The prehistoric holy city in the prehistoric world, the residence of Timurhan, the prehistoric god of war.
This city has been inherited for many years. Every brick and tile is bronze, but it is indestructible and exudes the atmosphere of ancient times.
Timurhan, one of the few peak fourth-level gods of war in the prehistoric world, is a god-like existence in the eyes of everyone, and is also the king of this heaven.
There was still some distance from the city gate, so Ye Bufan and others slowed down.
Dong Sen raised his hand and pointed at the ancient holy city: "Sir, this is it. What should we do? Do you want to rush in?"
